My dad used to Love Flanders and Swann – so much so that we had a song book for piano – and as a wilful child I used to play their songs rather than practice my set tunes. So when I read the Daily Create today I was transported back to my childhood.
I wandered around campus today looking for some mud – surely there must be some after all the rain yesterday? But the sun was out, and most of the mud was decidedly unmuddy. I found this behind our building, though, and came home still with an earworm. Nothing for it but to sing it out. So here’s the chorus to the hippopotamus song:
And, for those of you not wanting/able to listen to my dulcet tones, here’s the lyrics:
Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
And there let me wallow in glorious mud